Sorry it took so long ^^ Been busy lately. And thanks so much for the review, it meant a lot to me :D
SO HERE IT IS: THE REAL START OF THE STORY; Chapter 2
Chapter 2
"Bloody hell..." I gasp in horror, looking out of the small window of the beach hut. "Those fuckers are everywhere... How much food have we got?"
I nudge a large man with a blue baseball cap on with the heel of my sandals. He flinches violently.
"ayne?"
He bends down, rummages through a few bags and sighs.
"Not much;" he says quietly grabbing several more backpacks and looking quickly through them too. "Maybe a weeks worth for the lot of us. If we ration it... Damnit Sinamoi, we're not even going to last that long..."
"Don't say it so loud!" I hiss. "They'll panic. You, Jack and I are the only sane people here. We need to keep them all together, or who knows, they'll wander off and get themselves killed!" I whisper, gesturing to the sorry lot behind us with my head. Most of them are sobbing loudly and rocking back and forth.
"You're probably right though; we'll pack it all into a bag and ration it out. Then we can scarper quickly if we need to. But-"
A crackly voice comes through on the radio, making us all start.
"Hello? Can you guys hear me okay? Shit! HELLO?"
I dive over Jeannine, grab the microphone and assure the Voice.
"Yeah, we're all still here. Well," I look back at the inhuman misery shrouding the room, at the panic stricken huddle of strangers, at . "Some of us are not all here, y'know?"
"Sinamoi! Stop! You're a good man. Comfort them. Get to know them. You know how deep the shit is that we're in, right? Maybe you should pay attention to me and stop making wisecracks about people's mental states! It's a fucked up world out there, mate, they can't help that..."
"I know, I know, it's just that-"
"I lost my wife to it too, Sinamoi, mate. I know how it feels. We all know. I'm sorry you had to kill him though..."
I drag my hands down my face and after a long pause, I croak, "Yeah, well, somebody had to, didn't they?"
A uncomfortable silence fills the air, shattered finally by a roar from outside.
"But listen, I digress. There's a guy coming up to you, think his name's Sam. Whatever... this... is he's immune to it. You need him. I'm leading him to you right now."
I gasp involuntarily. Immune? How the fuck did he get to be immune?
"When will he get here? How? Immune?"
But my desperate pleas were met only by the noise I had grown to dread over the past few days; static.
"SHIT!" I kick the radio and slump to the floor, defeated, my head in my hands.
"I don't know what to do Wayne... The Voice obviously thinks we need this Sam guy... Goddamnit I don't even know the guys bloody name! But apparently we need Sam. What if we take him in and he turns into one of those sons of bitches. One of those bastards could kill us all! The Voice could have been wrong..."
I look up into Wayne's round, concerned face.
"Please. I can't do this any more. Sitting and waiting to die. We'll let him in, kill him if we have to, then I'm going out there and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
DUN DUN DUN! New update next week ^^